When you slice the necknthe heart keeps pumpingnand the blood flies everywhere,nit covers the face nnAnd if you’re in the jungle nthe mosquitoes swarm downnand cover the face.nnAnd if you’re surrounded by smokenuse a knife more than the gunnand the more you killnthe more materialize out of the darknthe grey dark.nnIn a vacuum like a videogame,nand the more you kill nthe further away you move.nThose are plastic mosquitoesnand well-practiced screams.nMy children live on TV-screens and bars,nand all the action is wasted, nwasted, pointless, all alone.nnEmpty removes from emptiness.nThe pure aesthetic is magic, nand magic is a pseudo illusionnof getting something from nothing.n